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   Chapter 125 A Sad Drive

My Mr. Soldier By Xing Chen Characters: 7682

Updated: 2018-10-27 08:05


As Selina finished, Derek suddenly realized what had happened.

He quickly said, "Yep! I'll go with her. Jackson. You should take Cherry home."

When she heard that Selina was planning to leave, Cherry said immediately, "I'll call a taxi to go home. Just go ahead with your plan."

Cherry was about to leave when Selina followed her and grabbed her hastily.

"But Cherry, it's not safe to take a taxi since it's so late. We would all be worried if you went home alone. Just let Jackson take you home." Selina said and then turned to Jackson with a commanding face, "Hey! Say something, Jackson."

But Jackson only responded haughtily, "Whatever! I don't care."

With that, he opened the door of his car and got in.

Cherry said to Selina, "I'd better take a taxi, Selina. It's alright. I'll call you once I'm home."

Then she pushed back Selina's hand and turned away to leave.

Selina and Derek both got angry when they saw Cherry leave alone.

Jackson watched her going ahead alone instead of getting into his car. He was so furious that he immediately started the engine and the car shot off!

Jackson slammed on the brakes and stopped the car just in front of Cherry.

Cherry had to stop and stand there, taken aback.

Jackson rolled down the window and yelled at Cherry, "Get in, now."

Cherry looked at him but had no intentions to obey. She said, "I won't get in your car. Just go on and mind your own business."

With that, Cherry walked around the car and then went on.

Jackson banged his fists on the steering wheel angrily. This damned woman! How dare she refuse to follow his word?

Jackson got out of the car quickly and walked rapidly to Cherry. He grabbed her arm and demanded fiercely, "How dare you disobey my word?"

"Why shouldn't I?" Cherry resisted immediately in response.

"Do not try to push my buttons, Cherry Shen." Jackson warned her in anger.

Cherry felt frightened when she saw his outraged face. He seemed to be in an uncontrollable fit of rage now.

"Get in!" Jackson commanded as he dragged Cherry to the car and pushed her inside.

Jackson started driving again. Cherry sat beside him. She did not utter a word and looked out of the window, helplessly.

Jackson did not know what to say either.

Finally the car stopped in

art to go on like this. He took away his hand slowly, and moved away his eyes from her. Then he grumbled in a low voice, "Get out of here."

Cherry, who had been breathing heavily, gradually recovered herself. A drop of tear trickled down her cheek as she heard what Jackson said.

And yet, Jackson did not even see her cry.

Cherry got out of the car. Just after she closed the door behind her, the car rushed away hurriedly.

As she looked at the cloud of dust left floating behind the car, Cherry could not stop herself anymore and began crying. She cursed in her mind, 'Jackson! What an asshole you are! Why do you keep that woman by your side? Don't you know I hate that woman to death? It was she who ruined our marriage. Why do you still let her live at your side? With her still there, how can I get back to you with Joe?'

At the second floor of the mansion, Wilson had stood beside the window and observed what was going on outside. Ever since the military car had stopped there, he had stood there and looked out at the roadside. Although he couldn't see what was happening inside the car, he could almost figure out what was going on since the car had stopped there for quite a long time. He assumed that the relationship between Jackson and Cherry must have been recovering. When he saw Cherry looking at the car as it disappeared into the distance, and not entering the mansion, he felt that she must be missing Jackson.

Wilson turned around and left the window side. A hint of pain rushed into his heart.

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